metacarpals and phalanges, liberated (in vain) of rubbery connective tissues
ribs and spine, so surprisingly human, sunbleached
bones that may as well have been mine but werenβt for whatever reason (or no reason at all)
what karmic debt could this poor specimen have possibly incurred to be pinned, naked and fleshless, in a glass-paned box for all to see for all foreseeable eternity?
mayhap beauty is, itself criminal when it goes without a price tag.